grey eyes

Poem #251 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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Gray saw the world
in monochrome

shoes and pants
hair and skin
and eyes

he was Gray

all around him
shades of
one

trees and grass
hills and sky
the clouds

they were always
grey

but on the street
there was an ink-shop

the spruiker sang:

fill you up
with just a touch

just a touch

fill you up
with what you haven’t got

you’re Gray man
but if I fill you up
you don’t have to be
grey
man

one morning
he walked inside
told the spruiker
he was so
weary
of his outlook

then
iris needle
iris shades
iris rainbow
iris changed

Gray walked out
his eyes were hued
in green and red
blue
yellow and violet

and the world
that had been all
Gray knew
was not there

wherever he looked

all he saw

when he looked

all there
was in colour

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© Frank Prem 2018

Bachelard and me Poem #252: all included